#the hundred imagines

[valcaine]

tmw when the weird bird dude that tried to kill you like, a bit ago starts geeking about piglin research and how little there is of it and you are just terrified of being strangled by talons again

[mattodore]

theo’s bedroom is slowly coming together

[lambment]

Can we ask about Kallamar’s spouses? How many does he have??? Are they happy??? Is he a good partner?

even I dont know how many spouses Kallamar has.

you didnt hear this from me, but he has health and dental benefits.

[aeoris4lovers]

the quiet tragedy of verin being the one who never quite made it out.

for most of their lives, essek was the one who was entrenched in expectations, in the politics of their den. while verin was stationed far from the heart of the dynasty, ostensibly free from the eyes of his elders, essek was sitting beside their mother in court and speaking before the queen. and it made sense, because essek had always been better at all of it — the posturing, the sweet-talking, the ladder-climbing. his brother the black sleep was still his brother the prodigy; his brother the heretic was still his brother the shadowhand.

but then, essek meets new people and they get through to him and change him and make him softer, make him better (and why them? what is it about them, that they could do what verin never could?) and he runs. he gives up the title and the status and the power and leaves it all (leaves verin) behind.

suddenly, verin is the lone newsoul of den thelyss, the one with all eyes on him, with the expectations meant for two brothers falling squarely on his shoulders and only his in the absence of their other target. he is still the youngest of his den, the one they all watch and wait to be disappointed by, but there is no one to share that burden with anymore and all at once it becomes painfully clear that distance never really was freedom.

essek has a family, then — not a den but a family, with love and trust and care and warmth and all the things essek once called verin childish for craving — and a welcoming home to go to with someone who loves him waiting there and a garden in the front yard, and verin is left still fighting demons under the banner of a god (of a family, of a home) he only half-believes in.

and maybe they see each other more often then. maybe bazzoxan is remote enough that it’s safe for essek to visit in disguise. maybe essek’s friends come too and are kind enough to offer a taste of what essek has now and verin can almost believe it’s his too. maybe essek doesn’t even fight it anymore when verin insists on hugging him. but how much can that really fix? how much can it really change?

an unloved man leaves no one behind when he finally makes a better life for himself, but essek was never an unloved man. not really.

[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request this [ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public with hangman from the jealous prompts? Thanks 😊

Steel Beach Party

Summary: Hangman has been annoying you for months now. When the ship has a Fathers Day steel beach party you get annoyed when you see him talking to another girl. What will you do to gain his attention back?

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x afab!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy and fluff?

Word count: 1349

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They had used the excuse of fathers day to host a steel beach party. Everyone had gathered on deck for the food, games and music. You’d been stationed on the ship for almost two years now as a Medical Officer. You had gotten to know the crew and the occasional cocky aviator when they came aboard. But you had never met an aviator as cocky as Jake “Hangman” Seresin. He had been an annoying thorn in your side since the second he stepped foot on the USS Ranger. 

He would follow you around all day everyday. It started off as occasionally asking you out. Where exactly? You had no clue. Being on a ship really narrowed the options of date nights to none. When you kept turning down his offers the pestering of asking out turned into coming to you for miniscule things. He got a paper cut, he stubbed his toe, he had a headache, he thought he might have heartburn or he swore he had a cough last night. No matter how much you tried to avoid him he always seemed to find you. 

He would walk around with you asking you questions about yourself. Where you grew up, how old you were, how long you had been in the navy, your favorite color and your favorite animal. You honestly thought he had asked you every question under the sun at this point. But he hadn’t asked you to attend the steel beach party with him. You didn’t let it show but it had actually disappointed you quite a bit. 

He had been wearing you down over the months he had been here and if he had asked you to the party you most likely would’ve said yes. But instead he had left you alone for almost two full days. As you sat on the deck talking to one of your fellow Medical Officers you noticed him flirting with a Gunnery Officer. You tried not to let it affect you but after the third loud laugh let out from her you decided two could play at this game. You knew him and Rooster were always butting heads even after Hangman had saved him and Maverick. It was a constant pissing contest between the two and you knew it would be easy to use Rooster to get under the blonde's skin. So you did just that, excusing yourself from the conversation you were half paying attention to and sought out the mustached aviator. It didn’t take you long to find him, he was sat with Phoenix and Bob playing an intense game of battleship. 

“Need an extra player?” you asked him sweetly standing by the empty chair next to his own. He looked up at you as you spoke and then darted his eyes around the deck until they landed on Hangman. Then his eyes were making their way to your own, one of his eyebrows quirked up. A silent question that you answered by sitting next to him. 

“You any good at battleship?” he asked you with a shit eating grin on his face. He would jump at any chance he got to piss off Hangman. 

“I’m one of the best players on this blasted vessel.” you told him as you looked at his board. You realized quickly he was losing. “It also looks like you could use all the help you can get.” 

“I definitely think that's an understatement.” He said as his eyes worked across the board. The game went by slowly as you methodically picked apart Bob and Phoenix's board. 

“He’s been looking this way for almost five minutes now.” Rooster whispered to you his mustache tickling the side of your face as he did so. You let out a quiet giggle as he did it again.  

“Stop doing that.” you said as you slapped a hand to his bicep pushing him away playfully. He gave you a wide grin in return. You turned back to the board as you were about to land the final blow to two seater teams last ship. 

“D6.” you said with certainty which had them both letting out loud huffs. 

“How the hell are you so good at this?” The female pilot asked you.

“Might be from all the years I’ve been stationed on ships like these. Guess I just picked up a thing or two.” You said with a nonchalant shrug. Rooster threw his arm across the back of your chair. Then he was scooting you closer to him.

“How about we play another round?” he asked the three of you. 

“I’m game if you are.” You replied looking at the duo across from you. 

“We’re game.” spoke Bob in return. Roosters thumb came up to graze across the skin of your arm that was exposed by your t-shirt when a shadow came and blocked the sun from you. 

“Can I help you?” you turned and asked the pilot standing beside you. 

“I need to speak with you.” he bluntly replied, glaring at Rooster. 

“We were about to start a new game, can it wait?” you asked with a flat tone, looking annoyed at the interruption. 

“No, it’s urgent.” his voice had more drawl as he started to become impatient. 

“Do you need me to kiss something better, Hangman?” you asked him using one of his corny lines against him. 

“Yes actually I do.” he said before surprising everyone around the table by bending down and landing a kiss on your lips. After only a moment you pulled back quickly staring up at him wide eyed. The three aviators around you had all moved away from the table quickly leaving you alone with the cocky aviator. 

“I didn’t know what else to do to get your attention. There’s women falling at my feet all around this ship but I’ve been following you around like a lost puppy for months now. I don’t know what it is about me you don’t like but I desperately want to change that.” He said as he squatted down next to you so your eyes were level with each other. 

“I’ve heard from plenty of women how the infamous Jake “Hangman” Seresin plays his games. I won’t be a piece that is used and thrown out after you get bored of it.” you told him honestly. He shook his head as one of his hands came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but I haven’t so much as looked at another woman that wasn’t you since I boarded this ship.” He said as his hand came to cup your cheek.

“What about the Gunnery Officer?” You asked him to which he let out a sigh dropping his hand from its place on your cheek.  

“Just another thing I was hoping would get your attention.” his voice came out a whisper as he looked down at the deck beneath him.

“Well it worked, the only reason I was sitting with Rooster was because I knew it would make you jealous.” you reluctantly told him as your fingers hooked under his chin. You gave him a peck on the lips as he made eye contact with you. He gave you a smile so unlike the ones you’ve seen on him so far that it unnerved you.

“Would you like to go to the steel beach party with me?” he asked you hopefully, you let out a breathless laugh at the silly question.

“Yea, I’ll go to the steel beach party with you.” you told him to which he sat in the chair next to yours and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. 

“Promise me not to get that close to Rooster again?” he asked you as he played with the material of your shirt. 

“Promise not to get close to that Gunnery Officer again?” you asked him in return, turning your face towards him. 

“Promise I won’t.” he replied. 

“I promise I won’t either.” you said back as you realized he was going to be a permanent thorn in your side now. 

A/N: I want to thank @indynerdgirl for giving me this idea from this post. Also a thank you for the darling anon that requested this! Thank you all for reading this! Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated! Happy Fathers day y'all!

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 137

 What happens after a Halfa dies? What happens when their bodies of flesh can no longer hold the power of their soul? What happens when they’re no longer alive despite the fact they can never truly die?

 What happens when their soul finishes incubating in its cocoon of meat and bone that’s warped and twisted over an immeasurable amount of time? When the soul leaves a body that refuses to stay down because death is not an option? 

 What happens when a Halfa finishes incubating in their first form, and splits? What happens when mortals not understanding what they’re doing in their hubris, causes one to do so early? 

[snarkspawn]

shows up months late with another silly kenbig barbie redraw

porsche is not feeling the kenergy

[somegrumpynerd]

How absolutely wild must it have been for Nightmare to have like, minimum-to-no contact with mortals for hundreds of years and then the first two he has any regular close interactions with are Killer and Dust.

Like he must have a book in his castle somewhere of all the observations he kept like he was studying a new species

[crancisfrozier]

Anybody have a spare $20,000 to give me so I can go to beechey island and sit on the rocks and stare at the Franklin graves for 12 hours while considering the unstoppable force that is the passage of time

[navajja]

I wanna talk about Ty Lee/Suki so badly!! They ideas are definitely there but studying and work got me posting sketches only. They are girlfriends btw😌��🌻

[pulvisetsumbra]

Ichiruki x Tangled

[kindlythevoid]

One of the best parts of Fellowship of the Ring is finding out about Aragorn and Bilbo’s friendship. Like I’ve seen people talk about how they collaborated on the song together, but I have yet to see people talk about this:

“[Bilbo] turned to Strider. ‘Where have you been, my friend? Why weren’t you at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there.’”

Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of the Ring pg. 261

Like. Bilbo was definitely one of Aragorn/Arwen’s chief shippers and no one can change my mind about that.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

kinktober day 7: swapping clothes

yippee yay xie lian in red! follow 4 more hua cheng bait 🚩

[veltana]

Now I want to write about you being Bucky's PA, working your ass off to handle everything that he needs for the upcoming gala. Bucky doesn’t understand why he has to do it but his manager has told him that it's important that he shows up and looks good. You take this to heart and make sure everything is perfect, even when he grumbles.

Bucky is moody, but then you stumble out to the car and you look so amazing that Bucky can't think of anything to say. Your outfit compliments his very subtly and he loves it.

He decides on the ride over that for your sake he's going to put in a real effort. He's going to smile and be nice and make you proud.

And that you are. He talks to the photographers, smiles and poses. A couple steps away you stand and admire him. Ever so often he looks over at you and the smile he gives you is one of his very genuine ones, the one he reserves for friends and family. It makes your chest warm and your pulse pick up. You have to look away every time it happens.

Bucky sits with the other famous people but he makes sure you're near. The lady beside him is flirting but he only has eyes for you.

As soon as he can he gets up to find you, asking if you want to go.

"Yeah, my feet are killing me," you smile at him.

"Great, I'm just gonna say a few goodbyes then we can leave," he nods and smiles back.

"No, you stay, I'll be fine on my own," you reassure him.

Bucky cocks his head. "I know you'll be but I want to leave with you.”

His smile turns to a smirk when your eyes widen.

"You do?”

"Yeah.”

"And go where?”

Bucky leans in to whisper in your ear, making sure nobody else hears. "My place, your place, I'm not picky. As long as I get to peel that outfit off you.”

The squeak from you makes him chuckle. Then he proceeds to say goodbye to a few friends before guiding you to a car. You end up at his place afterwards and Bucky does more than just take your clothes off.

[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request this [ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party with rooster from the jealous prompts? Thanks 😊

Car Troubles

Summary: An issue with your car leads you to dealing with sexist mechanics. Will Bradley be there to help you?

Pairing:Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x afab!Reader

Warnings: Arguing, sexism, intimidation, a little angst if you squint and swearing.

Word count: 1006

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Rooster had been watching you from his spot in his Bronco as you stood inside the mechanic shop talking to the guy behind the desk. Your car had been making a weird noise and had ended up breaking down. So you had taken it to Maverick and he gave it a once over telling you what was wrong and what parts you would need. He unfortunately wasn’t able to do the repairs himself because of a vacation he had planned with Penny and Amelia. 

Rooster had volunteered to do the repairs but once he got under the hood of your car everything was a lot different than his beat up Bronco. He had fixed most of the stuff in his vehicle with pure dumb luck. He didn’t want to take a chance of fucking up your vehicle with a hope of luck so he left the fixing to the professionals. You were supposed to pick your car up from the shop today. 

He figured it would be a simple task. You would go in, go over what the final cost of repairs were, pay the bill, get your car and be on your way. But the way things were looking inside the shop he wasn’t sure that’s how it was going. You had been in there for almost ten minutes now talking to the guy at the desk. Bradley thought for a while that maybe there was an issue with their system. 

As another five minutes went by he began to worry. He could see your toes tapping violently against the floor of the shop. Your arms were crossed along the expanse of your chest. He could tell even from behind you had to have had a look of fury on your face from the way you were standing. He debated on going inside when he saw you let out a deep breath. But he thought against it knowing you liked to handle things yourself. 

His thoughts changed quickly when he saw you throw your arms in front of you. As if asking what the fuck is this while shaking your head sharply. Turning off the Bronco he quickly made his way out of his front seat and towards the front door. Upon opening the door he was greeted by your voice. You hadn’t seemed to notice him so he remained quiet. 

“What the fuck do you mean I need a whole new engine? The car is barely a year old and has less than ten thousand miles on it. There is absolutely no way it needs an engine replacement.” You seethed out as your hands grabbed the papers in front of you harshly. 

“Miss, as I have been trying to tell you. Your entire engine has quit working. We would have to order so many parts it would just be easier and cheaper for you to replace the whole engine.” the middle aged mechanic spoke to you in a monotone voice and his expression bored. 

“My father-in-law has been working on cars pretty much his whole life and made me aware that the only part I would need is a new timing belt because my old one seemed to be faulty and possibly an oil change.” you pointed your finger at him sternly. Bradley felt pride swell through his chest as you referred to Maverick as your father-in-law. Yet his mood soured as the mechanic spoke again. 

“Well miss I’m not sure what to tell you other than the fact that he was clearly wrong. Why don’t you let us replace the engine and we'll throw in five discounted oil changes. I’m sure a young lady such as yourself could use someone else doing them.” He spoke to you blinking slowly. 

“I don’t need to replace my fucking engine. I will have my car towed from here and take it somewhere else if you don’t stop being a sexist piece of shit.” The anger in your voice scared Bradley a little as he had never heard it before. But the mechanic didn’t react at all. So Bradley finally decided to intervene. He came to stand behind you glaring at the balding man in front of you. He crossed his arms over his chest and flexed his muscles. 

Thankful he was still in his uniform from work so it gave him an extra bit of authority to his stance. The man’s face paled slightly at the sight of him. With one more pointed look from Bradley the man started to speak again.

“Actually ma’am now that I think of it, replacing the timing belt and getting an oil change should fix the issues you were having.” You let out a deep breath as the man finally seemed to have reason. But that wasn’t good enough for Bradley and he shook his head at the man. 

“I will also throw in five oil changes, free tire rotation and a discount code for a set of four tires.” He spoke quickly looking to Bradley for approval. Bradley raised his eyebrow and the man spoke once again.

“I also want to apologize for the misunderstanding that occurred today and can promise that you will be getting better service in the future.” That seemed to satisfy both you and Bradley. So he slowly slipped back out the door making sure to stare daggers at the man inside until you were done and heading back to the Bronco. You got in with a loud huff buckling the seat belt and reaching your hand out towards your fiancé. You laid your head on the window beside you as he grabbed your hand. 

“I didn't get my car today. I don't want to talk about it right now. Can you please just take me home Bradley. I have a raging headache from dealing with that bullshit.” you said as you closed your eyes. 

“I’ll take you anywhere you like sweet cheeks.” he replied to you, giving you a quick kiss on the back of your hand before pulling out of the parking lot.

A/N: Sorry this took forever darling anon! Thank you so much for the request!

Tags(open): @wkndwlff & @sylviebell

[wyattjohnston]

things you said at the kitchen table for daisy and jack!!

jack & daisy <3

Jack’s question was so unexpected that Daisy choked on the toast she was just starting to eat—Jack grimaced.

“Repeat that,” she said once she could breathe again.

He tucked his chin into his chest and mumbled, “It was stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid, I just wasn’t expecting it.” She inhaled, a steadying breath, even if she was trying not to make it too obvious. “You want to talk about kids?”

“We should talk about it, right? We don’t have to now,” he said, a foreign sense of panic lacing his words.

“Do you still want kids?”

“Is that a trick question? Or a trap?”

“No,” Daisy said, the rolling of her eyes involuntary. “I want you to be honest and I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to hear. And I don’t want you to be scared to tell me.”

Jack looked caught out, seemingly surprised that Daisy had clocked his fear so quickly. He still hadn’t pulled his chin from his chest.

“I want to have kids,” he told her, quiet and uncertain, “but I don’t want it to fuck you up. You—I really hope I don’t have to tell you that you’re the most important thing in my life.”

“I…” Daisy sighed again. “I’m going to talk to my psychiatrist about it because I do want kids. I just… I need to make sure it doesn’t fuck me up.”

Jack stood slowly but was beside Daisy in a flash, wrapping her up in his arms.